Oh my Maker and guardian lord, Allah! Other than whom with me I have no true providers, helpers, or defenders. I bear witness that all things besides u will inevitably perish… and that the light of life that u sent here and mysteriously attached to this body u made of the earth will be sent back to u when u will it so. Ive read the words of ur messenger Muhammad (peace be upon him)and I accept them. I use them now hoping only that they benefit not only my own heart, but anyone else’s that inclines towards what’s right and not just what’s publicly or nationally popular. He said that U said… “ Oh My servants, u sin by night and by day and I forgive all sins… so seek forgiveness of me alone and I shall forgive u!”… oh u who are enough for those u willed into existence by ur own authority! Who needed no permission or aid in the construction, maintainance, provision, or ultimate out come of all there is. I am more foolish than the biggest of earthly fools when in my arrogance I look at another amongst those u’ve made here with me and say I’m better than he or she or more blessed. For how many wake up as staunch in devotion, fidelity, and belief as satan himself once did before his fall, but laid down the same night with an ego out to simulate ur own unequaled greatness? My judgements upon others are valued by u probably as much as the sand is to a Bedouin herdsman in the desert… endless meaninglessness… but u my God! U with more names than all the languages of angels, devils, and men combined…and all of them uniquely urs alone, being there are none who are or can ever be as u are, were, or always will be! The eternally majestic and indivisibly One true originator and care taker of ur own creation! they attribute with u possibilities and inventions that equal a man trying to paint a picture on water or air… how can it be done? Clearly define u?… in English? In Arabic? Swahili, Japanese, ojibwe or any other tongue bound by rules of pronunciation, tone, and grammar. How my lord?… I stand as I am… facing u alone and no other… I fear no other… I hope in no other… I have wronged my own soul beyond any human ability to count it all… but I am urs, urs alone…My Maker….so please forgive me. Ameen… Miskwa-migwan…Pack Redfeather.

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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